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why i love the rain

in high school i fractured my neck playing football.

I spent the next 6 months mildly to severely depressed. that, and i was hyper introspective. a doctor had just told me i was supposed to be dead. and looking back on those 6 months, i didn’t feel much alive at all.

I didn’t talk much-i spent 90% of my time in solitude. i didn’t do much-i spent all of my free time sitting alone, usually in deep thought.

I didn’t know it then, but i was in a rut. and more specifically, i was in a rut because i wasn’t embracing my yin.

but that was before the real rain came.

I remember very distinctly the day i had a very visceral paradigm shift. one that made me love the rain.

class had ended and i had to walk home, as my newly-fused neck could not yet handle the bumps of a car ride.

but it was pouring rain.

but i didn’t have the same inherent reaction that i normally had to rain-to stay out of it. instead, i was awestruck by it. I felt an innate connection to it. I stepped outside and just stood there.

and i felt so alive.

and i looked around at my classmates after standing there for a few minutes listening to music in my headphones and realized that they were missing out. that they were letting the hassle of being wet get in the way from this amazing, unexplainable feeling of being completely at one with the yin of nature.

and from that day on I’ve looked forward to the rain. I’ve looked forward to getting soaked by mother nature. I’ve looked forward to being drenched in her love and beauty. and to this day i feel a special sense of connectedness with the world around me on rainy days.

[so i was really happy when i heard Joshua Waitzkin say on Tim Ferriss’ podcast that, when it rains, instead of telling his son that it’s an ugly day like many do, he instead says “look how beautiful it is today!”– and they go out and play in the rain.]

just like we shouldn’t judge the weather, we shouldn’t judge life and it’s ups & downs. it’s all an experience. our job is to embrace it all equally.

rain, sunshine, happiness, sadness, fear, depression and anger are all equally valid, equally important, and should be equally embraced.

and rain helped teach me that.

and that is why i love the rain.

how to (not) judge people’s importance

the other day, on my way out of the office I overheard a woman say to another (as they walked past homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk) “[Name] saw him and said ‘hey! good to see you — how’s it going!?’ so yeah, he must be really important.” — followed by laughter.

I didn’t find this funny, I found it sad and unfortunate.

the concept of applying varying degrees of importance to people in general is a counterproductive act, especially so if the basis is something as arbitrary as a person’s occupation — this is a gravely dangerous mistake that most of us are guilty of.

in my world, no one is more-or less-important than anyone.

everyone — from children to adults, bosses to those working ‘under’ us, homeless people to family, loved ones to strangers — deserves the same respect, love and compassion. ranking people’s importance based on any sort of social status is a breach in the social contract of life.

if we must rank importance, let it be based on the degree of one’s understanding of the following:

we are one family. no one know why we’re really here. no one actually knows what’s more important — instead we choose what’s important to us.

the more fair and generous you are in your distribution of importance, the more important you are. 

to be important is to understand that we are all one family, and to treat people as such.

streams of consciousness, explained

this section of the website is the most special to me.* i often think and talk and write in a way that is not necessarily professional or grammatically correct or politically correct or anything like that but i embrace it because it feels better and more pure to me. i think the message or idea or feeling that i’m trying to impress onto people is actually better received if i do it in this way. the ‘way’ being writing as i go forgetting about everything that i learned in school and just flowing from the heart. like a 5 year old.

i often find words getting in the way meaning

two things one being i don’t necessarily have the proper lexicon to choose my words precisely enough to perfectly word the thing i am trying to communicate. which is frustrating. sometimes I get stressed when trying to find the right words and just give up and so the thing I wanted so badly to communicate never even gets put out. also sometimes on a word level i am in agreement with people but we aren’t actually harboring the same feeling or idea that I was originally trying to communicate. because we can’t simply transfer what we are trying to communicate from one brain to another and we have to instead try and use words to the best of our ability —- there are problems. one problem is that some people have less communicative means i.e. they did not get the proper education and those people are not heard or listened to as much by people that can help them SOLELY because they don’t have the proper lexicon or they can’t put sentences or thoughts together in the right way BUT it is so so so important to remind ourselves that that should not and does not diminish the meaning behind the words. One person can have a beautiful thing that they are trying to communicate but they do not have the proper words or approach so the beautiful idea doesn’t get heard because people aren’t listening/won’t take the extra time to sit with the message. think Kanye. that idea or feeling could have cured cancer or saved someone’s life. Other people have really shitty messages like scams and stuff and also manipulation and things like that —— but say they use really eloquent words and in just the perfect way and so the shitty message or idea is heard and the importance was placed on the delivery not on the substance that was behind it. The reason i want to make this and do this often is because i think it is so important to express exactly how you feel with no external influence and that’s what this is. the second reason words get in the way and I love writing like this is because when I don’t have to worry about grammar and how something is going to be perceived it is easier to write, more enjoyable to write and it is so much more honest.and also a free-er experience and it gives me the same feeling i felt when i used to live and talk and draw in preschool – with no judgement. It is a more honest representation of the concept I am trying to communicate. all of which are more important to me than being in alignment with how school told me to write!!! So what?

When do children become adults? At what exact age is it no longer acceptable to wear crazy clothes and dance in public and speak your mind and make bad art and fly??? The answer is the age when we’ve had so much criticism from the outside world to be quiet or not wear that or not say that or not do that or don’t think like that or don’t feel like that. It’s when we’ve been dehumanized so much by the uncomfortably of adults that we don’t even wanna deal with the criticism anymore or we remember what someone said to us last time we did something like this so we just don’t even do it because we don’t wanna deal with it. every criticism is another hit of the nail in the coffin of our youthfulness and innocence and purity. enough hits of the nail and we don’t wanna be made to feel that feeling again. that feeling of rejection or criticism or people being annoyed by us or making us not feel welcomed or like we matter. Kids grow up when we’ve stripped them from their innate genius. It’s actually one of the gravest mistakes we make as a society. Adults think they know everything and kids are naive and clueless when in reality it’s the other way around!!!! If we let kids be kids indefinitely for 100 years so many social problems would be solved. A girl from my mom’s home daycare came to daycare one day pointing out people’s ethnicity and telling them they would have been a slave 100 years ago. Two days earlier she didn’t see color and now because of a stupid exercise her KINDERGARTEN teacher did with the class she see’s her friends no longer as just her friends but as her white friend’s and black friends.

Who the fuck actually likes grey????? What the fuck is actually wrong with colors??? Who really believes that if someone wears colorful clothes they are less professional or capable or anything even remotely like that? I think the best company would be a consulting firm with kids ages 0-10.

This is what this section will be like. I imagine it’ll be polarizing either you love it or you hate it but I hope you read it because it will give you the most realistic insight into how my brain works and way more importantly the core of the ideas and the why of the ideas and the thinking behind the ideas I hope to communicate to you in the most authentic way possibly if you read this I love you!!!!!!

*this is my art

pessimistic, idealistic, realistic

often times people point to what’s realistic as a basis to counterattack idealist ideas.

the problem with the notion of ‘realistic’ is that it’s inaccurately defined. life is not realistic. By any definition ‘realistic,’ life itself is a miracle.

we all live in our own worlds. you and everyone you know would, while reading these words, experience different visceral responses to them.

we create these worlds of ours by seeing what we look for in the objective, physical world — by projecting our expectations and preconceived notions of what’s what. (and we are what we see in the world, not what we see in the mirror.) Both limitations and possibilities, if we see them, truly are there. so in that sense, pessimism and idealism — as well as every other ism — are in fact realistic.

realistic is relative to our own worlds.

choose wisely.